Mike stared at Guybrush for a good ten seconds as the word 'wife' ran through his head. Wait, Guybrush was married? Really? Seriously? Not that the guy wasn't nice enough to get a girl, but... Mike couldn't of guessed. Back home, well, he hadn't really interacted with any married couples other than those in the Resistance. That was completely different, though. Guybrush probably wasn't living in a post-apocalyptic world. He was a pirate. With wooden ships and cannons and parrots. Eye-patches and hooks for hands, too.

"... Huh," Mike finally made a sound, then looked away from Guybrush to dig into his bag and pull out the cookie first. "Never took you for a married man."